The Night Cries..

I step into the light, my weaknesses squirm to hide themselves,

They search for cubby holes etched within the tree of my soul..

I step back into the shadows, they suddenly rush at me, charge at me like a declaration of war..

Their serpent like bodies coil around my mind, around my neck, around my legs…

I am but a prisoner within a shell of a being..

I am but an infant within the shell of a man..

I am but a man within a shell of a world…

Is there no escape?

No release from these binding imps??

How they claw at my insides and scratch at my eyes..

Nothing of me is left pure; all is tainted with morsels of impotency..

Oh and how the night cries for me…

Oh how she weeps from the corner of her bed post..

Her tears paint  her vast breasts with an alignment of stars..

Her sobs softly kiss my exposed skin..

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Am I the Only One??!?

I got out of bed this morning with the full intent to spend as much time working on my draft to the second installment of my short story series and so far I guess it’s gone pretty well, but I feel like I’ve ran into a brick wall suddenly. I know what I want to write and I can see the story played out in my mind’s eye, but for some reason, trying to get it on paper seems more like a trip to the dentist than an enjoyable day of writing. It gets me frustrated because my life is filled with things I have to do. I’m a father of four kids, I’m attending fulltime school, I’ve been searching for a job, so when I actually get to dedicate some time to writing I want to see progress, not a finished product, just progress. I want to feel like I made at least a dent in my work, that I moved the story along or got to a mile stone, so to speak.

I often find myself looking around at others, on the internet or in life and become envious. I do, I don’t mean it, it’s just the way I feel. I become envious of their lives, how some people can just sit and write all day, every day, It seems like they don’t have a care in the world, no bills, or money problems, no hungry mouths to feed or messes to clean, or jobs to work. They write novels in a couple months’ time, and all I can do is sit back and ask myself; how do they do this? How can they have all that time to write with no distractions? How do they not let life get in the way?

To be honest sometimes I get discouraged, like it makes me less of a writer because the amount of time I can dedicate to it in my own life. I mean like I said people are writing novels in the amount of time I’m writing a 3200 word short story with editing. Oh and trust me my stories need editing. I seem to be a hoarder of words; I pack my writing full of crap and then find it hard to let certain un-needed parts go. It’s one of the biggest things I struggle with besides staring at a blank word document for hours trying  to convey something decent to paper,

Is there anyone else out there that feels this way at times? Like they’re less of a writer or find it hard to give it the time it needs because the distractions in life that have to be dealt with?

I don’t know, I should get back to that draft, I just have to write, good or bad, it’s just the first draft right?

Shadows beneath the Street Lamp series, and some ranting..

I have been working eagerly on the second installment for the” Shadows beneath the Street Lamp” series and I’m really excited about the whole thing. My goal for these stories is to bring the readers to the dark corners of life. I want to grab them by the back of the heads and force them, so to speak, to look at the people and areas of life we tend to overlook or pass by. The black sheep, the crazies, the steaming piles of shit we drive or walk by on our way to work or school, that we seem to ignore the existence of. The people we tend to immediately judge as losers or nobodies, the mentally deranged. I want to bring to life the thoughts inside their heads, the battles they have within themselves, their addictions or obsessions.

My style of writing is very gritty, the best way I can describe it, is like watching a Quentin Tarantino flick, but in no way do I feel like I am as good as him. I’ve been looking around, reading other blogs and also work form other writers, searching for something interesting or inspirational  and I’ve noticed a lot of talk about what being a writer is. I have almost disagreed with every quote I’ve seen so far. I think a good number of people romanticize on the stereo types of what a writer is and strive to feel a part of those ideals. I want to clarify what a writer is for some people; a writer is a man, a woman, a mother, a father, a wife, a husband. A writer is me, it’s you, it’s the guy next door, the lady at the grocery store, the man struggling to pay his bills and take care of his family.  You don’t have to be anything or fall into certain guide lines to be a writer because writing itself is an anomaly. It’s an art that you should feel free while doing, not feeling like you have to be the bohemian asshole leaning out of some slummy apartment window smoking cigarettes and gulping at bottles of liquor.

All in all, I don’t want people who think of themselves as prestige writers to make the rules for other people. I don’t want to be told what I have to be passionate about or how to live my life; I just want to be me and nobody else. I want to write for me and nobody else, yes I want people to read my work and enjoy it but, I don’t give two fucks in a whores ass what sells and what doesn’t, if my work sells it does and it did because of the way I wrote it, and I wrote it because it was in my head.

Anyways, enough ranting from me, if you haven’t checked out the first installment : “Lullaby for a Lost Soul.” Please do, it’s free and I hope you will like it. Here is the link….

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/237411

Hey!!

I ve been working on a short story called “Lullaby for a Lost Soul”, and I hope to have it finished and self published in the next week or so. It will be my very first piece of self published work, so I’ve been working really hard on it and I’m a little nervous about it but I hope all of you will check it out. Maybe stop by and tell me what you think or give me some constructed criticism.

Thanks again to all of you who stop by and read or follow my blog. All of you keep up the good work and keep writing.

Derek Ardita